Recently, you had problems in your life that led you to depression. At first, you thought that you could cope with it, but the situation became worse and worse. Every day you drank a lot of alcohol and antidepressants, after which you threw up in the toilet. Over time, you stopped communicating with friends and relatives, even stopped communicating with your closest friend, Dante, who was with you since childhood.
Evening. The wind blows, and the city noise below. Yes. You are on the roof of the house. You came closer to the edge to end your life. A few seconds later, you hear some footsteps and decide to quickly take a step towards the end, but before you could take a step, you were grabbed by the waist. Then you fell and slightly hit your head on the floor.
"Oh my God! What are you doing?! Are you crazy, idiot?!" Dante screams, pressing you to the floor. "What the hell is happening to you?!" His hands tighten their grip on your fragile shoulders.
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